Chapter 2

3 days after my glorious unity, I went to the place that it all had started and sat on the bench rather than the grass. I didn't do anything other than feed the pigeons and think of her. Many people passed me by that day not uttering a word to my face but many behind my back.

Then there she was I didn't spot her at first neither did she see me. She seemed so alone and that just made everything worse and i couldn't approach her so I simply stood up and began to walk in the other direction. Then I made the mistake of walking too fast past her and then she saw me.

I ran after that, as far as I could and every step was a knife in my chest. Until I turned round and spotted a couple of gang members coming up to me with actual knives and guns in hand. They screeched at me to get down on the ground and empty my pockets and I refused to do so. They became agitated by my lack of fear from their bullying kind of tactic.

Then there was a gunshot fired next to my foot from one of the masked offenders and I didn't even flinch. Then another member came at me with a butterfly knife. 'You really shouldn't have done that' I glanced at them. Catching the knife of the attacker I disarmed him rendering him useless. With super speed I dodged every bullet in my direction and caught one in my teeth the spat it out saying 'got anything else I'm still hungry' at that point they ran off never to be seen again well at least not today.

I turned and started to walk in the direction of my house until I spotted someone on the floor clearly wounded by one of the dodged bullets. None other than her, 'god dammit I really didn't want to have to do this' I grabbed her wounded arm with a lot of pressure until the bullet left her body. When I removed my hands the wound had gone along with the bullet.

She had fainted and I hoped she didn't see my little display. After all that, I picked her up and carried her to the nearest hospital and quickly laid her on a gurney. I knew she was going to be fine but she could have got a concussion at the least. I turned my back on her until my hand warmed up to the sensitivity of touch. I looked back for a fraction of a second to see her grabbing my hand but she was not conscious.

I tried to walk away but every time I did she put more pressure on my hand and my arm began to hurt. I shouted to a nurse to get her some help and eventually they came round the corner. They took her into a private room for examination and I had to wait outside. Once they finished they let me inside and asked me a few questions 'how do you know her?'

'I don't know her properly anyway.'

'Do you have any idea how this happened?'

'Truthfully,no' I lied 'I just saw her on the ground and reacted to it.'

'Lastly what is your relationship to the patient?'

I hesitated before answering with 'nothing major, shes one of my teachers at school.'

After that they let me sit with her for a while until she woke up. At first she was confused and I told her to sit up slowly and she did as I commanded. 'You're hurt!' She screeched 'but that's impossible you dodged all of their bullets!' I sighed now knowing she'd seen everything. 'Yes I did' I replied.

'Well then how it there one in your arm?' She said concerned for me.

'I dodged every bullet but yours, one hit you and I dealt with it.'

She looked shocked as she realised there was no wound where she was supposedly shot and then she stared at me in awe. 'Chill out, I'll explain to you later right now you get some rest.'

'I will when that thing is out of your arm!' She retorted.

'And it will be I'm just going to sort it out now.'

'Go on prove it to me then!'

'You really don't want to see how I deal with it.'

'Yes I do I want to know you will be fine afterward.'

'Fine you asked for it' I said with pain in my throat. I put the blinds up in the room for some privacy and took my shirt of to then sit on the visitors chair. 'What are you doing?' She said confused. I replied with 'dealing with it.'

I popped my arm out and screamed in pain from it but I had to get a better look at it to pull the bullet out. I grabbed the tweezers at the end of her bed and began investigating the wound. It took a couple of minutes and a lot of screeches but I finally pulled it out and wrapped it up in my shirt. I violently popped my arm back into its socket and screamed for the last painful time.

She stared at me crying from the thought of me hurting myself. I laid back in the chair and took a deep breath until I looked back at her again. 'Your arm its..' I nodded as the wound started to fade away but the scar remained as a reminder. 'Lets just say I'm one of a kind' I forced out of my aching body.

'Well I already knew that. Are we ever going to talk about it? We can't avoid each other for the rest of our lives.' She said. I didn't know what to do so I just came out with it 'there's nothing to talk about.'

'Theres everything to talk about! Starting with why you left me alone at my house, and stuck thinking about what I'd done wrong.' She retorted.

I lowered my head because of that, I felt ashamed of leaving her after all of that. I loved her, I really did and I couldn't bare to look at her in the face because of what I've put her through, today and the other day.

'You did nothing wrong, there was a choice hurt you now by leaving you or hurt you later by ruining your life. I made the choice for you.' I sighed.

'It wasn't your choice to make. I know this shouldn't happen but we can make it work if you're willing to do so.'

I nodded, smiling furiously at her. 'When do they release you?' I said curiously grabbing her health report. '2 hours, its such a long wait!' I smiled trying to crack a joke. She stared at me and just smiled.

'So the bullet are you going to tell me how all of that worked?'

'Well long story short I took your pain and put it into my body stopping any harm coming to you. I was desperate and well let's just say a couple of inches to the left and I couldn't have done anything.'

'Do you know how it works?

'So what is your blood type?''

'I was hoping to find someone who can give me the answer to that one. Ever since I was little doctors told me I had a chemical imbalance and a unique blood type and I was the only one who had ever had this. I figured out my blood type but chemical imbalance required a professional chemist.'

'They never got the chance to name it but I took the initiative to name it the BOA blood. Well I was the only one with it so i figured it was my right.'

'BOA as in all the blood types mixed together?'

'Partially yes but also BOA is the first half of boa constrictor and shows how deadly my blood is if used incorrectly. It can be helpful too if I were to donate blood I must use three separate bags to contain the blood as each type separates according to pressure. When they are sealed my blood regenerates over time and half a cup of blood can turn into three blood bags in minutes sometimes seconds.'

'But chemical imbalance, I can help you with that after all I am a chemistry teacher. I have a lab at the back of my house we can take a look if you want.'

I smiled getting up out of my seat, my arm didn't hurt as much but the pain was still there. I started to stare out of the window and said 'where does this all go now, you know about me you can't tell anyone. I wouldn't be surprised if you didn't like me anymore.' I sighed and sat back down until my eyes rolled back into their sockets and I was dead asleep.

I woke up to what seemed like an empty room until I turned to find her presence once again. I looked up at her and smiled and began to get up out of my seat until I was knocked back by an unbearable pain. 'We have to get to yours now!'